Glitchtale Jessica Novels & Stories

“That you’re funny. And stubborn. That you show up for people even when they don’t deserve it.” I swallowed. “That you grew up when none of us were paying attention. And suddenly I couldn’t not see you.” She stared at me like she didn’t know how to hold that many words at once. The waitress brought milkshakes. Bless her for saving me from spontaneously combusting. Jessa took a sip. “Okay, your turn.” I blinked. “For what?” “Embarrassing childhood question to make this fair.” She grinned. “What was your worst haircut phase?”

Jessica repeated unintentionally. So that’s his name. Her stomach clenched and her wolf wagged her tail. “Yeah, Chadwick Kai. A little troublemaker that one is,” Yves laughed, looking a bit puzzled for some reason, but brushing it off. “Chadwick?”. Tasha sputtered and jumped to her feet. She grabbed Jessica by the shoulders and shook her. “Like incredibly rich, incredibly high profile Chadwick? The Chadwicks are powerful as shit. Right? Are we talking about the same Chadwick?.”

And once doubt entered the mind, control becomes easy. Jake still hadn't learned that. He ruled with force, pressure, obsession and possession. Everything about him was intense and that was why Jessica ran from him in the first place. I picked up my glass and took a slow sip, my thoughts drifting back to the look in her eyes the day I met her in Jake's suite. She was angry, guarded and wounded, but beneath all that fire was exhaustion. Jessica Wilson was tired and tired people always searched for peace eventually, and that was where I come in.

Jessica stammered and threw her face away. "Yay!!!," Isabel yelled and ran to play with the balloons leaving the adults alone. Jake watched Jessica as she stood dumbfounded watching the decorations and Isabel. Soon he decided to tickle her and began coming closer. Immediately he tickled Jessica from behind, she jumped away in terror and he burst into laughter-provoking Jessica to join him in laughing. “Wow, it had been long since I saw our Miss Strong looking so scared, this was quite serious," he taunted and she immediately frowned her face.

Her eyes shone with passion, her hands moving with a grace that belied the strength and intelligence that resided within her. Draven couldn't help but smile. He had known Jessica since she first came into the pack, a fragile and wolfless girl who had been brought to the Blood Moon Pack by her parents. Her inability to transform into a wolf had made her an outcast in many packs, but Draven had seen her true strength, her unwavering spirit, and her brilliant mind. He had fallen deeply in love with her, and she had been the one constant source of light in his dark, tormented world.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

, he said to Elena who sighed deeply and pushed his hands away from her legs. Jessica laid on the ground, with tears pouring out of her eyes. She couldn’t believe that her ears were catching the conversation that currently took place between Elena and Josh. She had fallen down earlier because somehow, she lost her stance. However, she was still conscious even if she needed a break from everything. At this, she remained on the ground, with her eyes tightly shut. Josh went on with pleading with Elena who wasn’t willing to look over to his direction. Jessica couldn’t take this anymore, she stood to her feet and decided to question Josh.

When the adrenaline wears off after a scary situation, there is nothing left but reflection and tiredness. "What can we do to make him believe Mount Vesuvius is not just a mountain?" "Let me worry about that. Okay, little mistress? I know you want to help, but I need you to get better. Because hard times are heading this way," I look down at her a little sternly to get my point across. "Yes, Jessa." We make it back to Eurydice's room, and the ice has melted in the goblet Brixtius left from before. "Does your arm hurt, little mistress?" Knowing full well, the medicine from the tea has worn off.

I stepped closer to the water and bent, placing my pal over it. “I, Tessa…” I tried to speak, but my words caught in my throat as a sudden force slammed me back against the wall. “That’s a lie. That’s not who you are,” the voice snapped again. Pain shot through me, but I forced myself to my feet, blood trickling from my lips. My steps were unsteady, but I kept moving toward the water, my voice growing stronger with each word. “I, Jessica, daughter of Cassandra and Harold Swift, offer all I have… in exchange!”

My first enemies in nothing less than 24 hours. "You got your locker and keys? " Charlie asked. I dangled the keys in front of her "Got them" From the side of my eyes in the dim lightening of the road I saw someone trying to catch up with us, a slender almost painfully thin girl with a mass of dark brown curls. I imagine a soft wind blowing her off. She smiled wide and waved, "Charlie, whose the new friend? " she asked in a high voice. "Jessica Underwood. Senior, Class 2". She glanced at me "Don't worry Zoe here is harmless, she was the constant butt of the Bad Boys Club "